She has a toxic man. He is soon to be engaged. And the world is watching. Dalia Levy is a mess. A college student, adorable, hardworking, and just a little too naughty for her own good. Most of her evenings are spent buried in books at the campus library, chasing grades and quiet dreams. Until one night... everything changes. A chance encounter with her classmate's boyfriend, who just happens to be the cold, arrogant heir to the Vance Hotels empire, turns her world completely upside down. Ilan Vance lives a life that's already been written for him-His career, his future... even his love life. He's destined to be engaged to Adaline Moore, the perfect, powerful heir to Moore Internationals. Until Dalia. She's chaos in its most tempting form-unexpected, messy, and completely out of place in his perfectly curated world. She wasn't part of the plan... and yet, he can't seem to look away. And as if things weren't complicated enough... Dalia already has a boyfriend, one who refuses to let her go. But the world is watching. With paparazzi cameras waiting to turn every glance, every touch, every mistake into scandal, Ilan and Dalia are forced to face the truth: Some loves don't just break hearts. They destroy lives. ♡───♡ "How noble of you," Ryan says slowly. "Ilan Vance, the heir of Vance Hotels, finds time in his very busy schedule to help a college girl with her assignment." His eyes sharpen. "A girl who isn't even really his friend." Ilan shrugs. Casual. Arrogant. "I'm just selfless, I guess." A challenge. Ilan steps closer. They're standing face to face now. I clutch my laptop tighter against my chest. "She doesn't need your selflessness," Ryan says. "She has me." Ilan tilts his head slightly. "Seems like you're not very good at your job." Ryan's jaw tightens. "Still doesn't make her yours," he says, voice low and dangerous. "She. Is. Mine." Each word lands like a blow. "Mine." Ilan goes silent. But there is a challenge in his eyes

Selena is the 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍. The villain destined to lose her football-star boyfriend to the shy, innocent nerd. Everyone watches in silent awe as he replaces her in the name of love. It was the perfect fairytale ending, just like the movies... But not for long. Because this breakup awakens admirers long held back. Particularly one who's made her his quiet obsession: Noel Casper. The neglected genius assigned to be her tutor. What begins as study sessions develops into a friendship neither of them expected. Behind closed doors, Selena cooks him meals, upgrades his wardrobe, and supports his dreams. But to the outside world, Noel is just a boy being used by the mean girl, especially when they see him carrying her books and driving her wherever she needs to go. What they don't know is that Noel has been watching her for years. And the more Selena takes care of him, the more he becomes 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅. When his research catapults him to international success, the world suddenly reaches for the boy they once overlooked. Now Selena's ex is begging for a second chance, and the rival who started this all is determined to "rescue" Noel. But Noel doesn't want to be saved. He only wants one person. Selena. And he will do whatever it takes to ensure she never leaves his side. ─ ⊹ ⊱ ⊰ ⊹ ─ 𝑺𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑩𝒆𝒆 𝒙 𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝚃𝚘𝚙 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: #1 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 #1 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗ess #2 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎

Four years ago, Valentina Coppola was erased from the life she used to know. Accused of pushing her twin sister down the stairs of their home, she was sent to a boarding school for ill mannered ladies in Stockholm. An academy shaped like a prison. Years after the fall, she is brought back to Italy so that amends can be made. Older. Sharper. And still helplessly hurt by what happened years ago, Valentina must learn to navigate life with the brothers that didn't believe her, a father who shipped her away, and a twin sister who hides behind a fabricated lie. This time, Valentina has secrets of her own.

A SEQUEL TO CLAIMED BY THE RULER OF THE WORLD. They say time heals all wounds. They're wrong. Six years ago, Star Rossini, a nobody who dared to love a king and paid the price for that audacity. The woman whose heart shattered into a million pieces in a hospital corridor, listening to the man she loved declare her better off dead. Now, she's Princess Astrid of Valdris, and she has learned that the world doesn't respect the broken. It only respects power. She stands in her palace office, watching her six-year-old son analyze stock reports with the same sharp intelligence his father possesses. Al doesn't know that the man he idolizes, the business genius he studies obsessively, is the same man who said those words about his mother. The same man who believes we're both dead. In three weeks, she will walk into the Geneva Summit as one of Europe's most powerful business leaders. She'll be surrounded by wealth, respect, and the armor she've built from six years of survival. And Dante Rossini will be there too. He thinks he's untouchable. He thinks he's built an empire on ruthlessness and cold calculation. He thinks he destroyed her six years ago. He's about to learn how wrong he is. Because the woman he knew is dead. And in her place stands a princess who bows to no one, not even the man who once ruled her world. The reckoning is coming. And this time, she's the one in control. ---------------- #1 in businessworld. 30/10/25 #1 in heir. 11/01/26 #1 in genius. 25/12/25 #2 in Love. 22/12/25

There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

Alma never imagined that her life would end when it had only begun. She lived in a small town with her strict grandmother, who never once showed her an ounce of affection. Until one day she woke up in a room that was not hers and even her body was different. When she realizes that she has been reincarnated as the villainess in her mother's favorite novel. She is determined to change her depressing fate. - "Shh, I am here. You are safe," My heart trembled as I recognized that deep male voice. "***!" I gasped and my head rapidly spun to him... I was met by his handsome face, cold as ever, those ***** eyes of his scanning each inch of me... "They hurt you," His sharp jaw ticked... "I will make them pay, darling," He promised -

She was given to him as duty, not desire. Married into a kingdom that never wanted her, she becomes the silent queen of a powerful and feared king-one who meets her patience with sarcasm and her grace with indifference. To him, she is weak. Replaceable. Unworthy of notice. But while he rules with power and pride, she survives with quiet strength. As whispers turn into threats and the court begins to test her, the king is forced to see what he once dismissed. And when danger comes for her, he realizes something far more terrifying than war- Losing her is no longer an option. A slow-burn royal romance about endurance, underestimated strength, and a love that was never meant to exist.

"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.

Velnyre University was never meant for girls like her. Brie Brownrigg is nothing but a scholarship girl in a kingdom ruled by legacies, scandals, and bloodlines older than the university itself. Her plan is simple, keep her head down, graduate, and leave this world of ruthless heirs behind. But plans mean nothing when Klein Beresford decides you belong to him. Heir to the Beresford empire. Golden boy of Velnyre. Every rumor about him is dangerous than the last and every girl wants to be the exception. Only Klein doesn't flirt, he doesn't chase, he hunts. And now, he's hunting her because obsession is a dangerous thing and love, in Klein's hands, feels a lot like possession. Because with him, it's never just romance. It's ruin. It's obsession. It's forever. He wasn't her prince. He was the monster at the gates, and she let him in.

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."